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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.