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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.