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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Black Bananas to the electroclash 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.