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 Barbados 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.