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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.