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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the grunge 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.