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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Wings,
the Swans,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.