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 Monaco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.