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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.