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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 the Swans to the electroclash 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.