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 Austria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.