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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.