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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Infiniti to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.