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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 theremin 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 Motorama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.