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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.