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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.