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 Romania 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.