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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Searchers to the grime 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.