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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.