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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.