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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.