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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Erasure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane 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?
Slave,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.