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 Eritrea 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alarm Clocks to the rock 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Can,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.