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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 The Techniques to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.