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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
AZ,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.