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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Simply Red to the rap 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
MC5,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.