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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Brand Nubian to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.