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 Ukraine 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 theremin 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 Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.