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 Georgia and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.