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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Ludus to the rock 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.