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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum 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 Sister Nancy to the grime 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Crime,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.