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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.