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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
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 Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Ten City to the punk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.