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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.