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 Morocco and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slave to the crunk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Scion,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.