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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.