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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Crime,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.