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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Pylon to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Gong,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Television,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.