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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.