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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.