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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.