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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.