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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.