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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the disco 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Jandek,
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.