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 Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.