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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.