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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Cluster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club 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?
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.