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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a guitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.