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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.