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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.