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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.