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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.