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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.