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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Youth Brigade 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.