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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 theremin 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 The Slits to the grime 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.