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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 chamberlin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.