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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.