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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.