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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.