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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.