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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 spring reverb 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 The Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Wings,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Fear,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.