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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.