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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.