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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Inner City to the disco 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.