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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Standells,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
10cc,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.