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 Israel and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.