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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.