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 Niger 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the punk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.