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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.