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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.