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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Outsiders,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Motorama,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.