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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Procol Harum to the punk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.