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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.