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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Jandek,
Darondo,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.