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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.