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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
The Standells,
MC5,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.