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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.