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 China 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Count Five to the disco 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.