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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Raincoats to the funk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.