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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the crunk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.