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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Fear,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
The Evens,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.