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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes 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?
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Nas,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.