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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.