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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Glenn Branca to the grime 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Nas,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Oneida,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.