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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.