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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Maurizio to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.