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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the punk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges 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?
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Q65,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.