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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 The Barracudas to the grunge 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.