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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.