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 Armenia and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.