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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.