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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 rap 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
ABC,
Can,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Swans,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.