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 Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the funk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.