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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron 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?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.