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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Intrusion to the punk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.