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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Nas,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.