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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 the Slits to the rock 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.