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 Angola 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
The Index,
Hoover,
Faust,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.