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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.