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 Gabon and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the disco 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
DNA,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.