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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.