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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
MC5,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Index,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.