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 Austria and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.