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 Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Lucky Dragons 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Q65,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.