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 China and from Tokyo.
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 Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.