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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.