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 Mozambique 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 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 David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.