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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Model 500,
The Names,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.