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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
The Move,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.