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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.