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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Darondo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Magma,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.