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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Nico,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.