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 Kiribati and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Index,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Nas,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.