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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Harmonia to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.