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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.