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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.