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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Franke,
the Human League,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.