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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.