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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.