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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Marmalade to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.