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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
X-101,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.