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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 John Holt to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.