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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.