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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
June Days,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.