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 China and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.