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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the techno 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Magma,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.