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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Can,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.