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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.