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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Pantaleimon to the rock 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.