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 Korea North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Gong,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.