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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 MDC to the techno 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
ABC,
Main Source,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.