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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.