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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.