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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Dead Boys to the jazz 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.