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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Surgeon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.