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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.