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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
The Saints,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.