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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.