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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Y Pants to the grime 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.