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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.