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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the grunge 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.