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 Lebanon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.