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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.