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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.