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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül II to the funk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.