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 Lebanon and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.