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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Main Source,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.