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 Ghana and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.