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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
June Days,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.