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 Germany 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Pussy Galore to the rock 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.