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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Ludus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Zapp 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells 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 Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.