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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nico to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.