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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.