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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Crime,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
ABBA,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.