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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Slave,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.