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 Romania 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Morten Harket to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.