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 Belgium and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.