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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy 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 techno 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
Wings,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.