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 Netherlands 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Accadde A to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.