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 Iceland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.