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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Bobby Womack to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.