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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 harpsichord 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 Rotary Connection to the punk 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.