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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.