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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.