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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.