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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiohead to the grime 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.