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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.