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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 World's Most to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.