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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.