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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Tremeloes to the rock 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.