Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.