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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the crunk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Television,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.