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 Liberia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Motorama to the dance 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Japan,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.