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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 The Smiths to the rock 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Zapp,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.