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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.