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 Japan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Barry Ungar to the rap 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.