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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the grime 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.