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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Kinks to the crunk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.