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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.