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 United States and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 clarinet 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 Germs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.