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 Niger and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.