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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Oneida to the rock 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters 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?
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.