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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 AZ to the funk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Hoover,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.