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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.