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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
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.