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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Index,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.