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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cale to the crunk 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
the Association,
Crime,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.