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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.