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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Doors to the dance 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Smog,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.