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 Iraq and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.