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 Korea North and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 UT to the grunge 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.