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 Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.