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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Easy Going to the funk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.