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 Madagascar and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the dance 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Anakelly,
CMW,
PIL,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.