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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.