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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.