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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.