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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Ponytail to the punk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.