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 Bhutan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Magma,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.