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 Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Monks,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.