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 Serbia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Wings,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Can,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Monks,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.