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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.