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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
The Victims,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.