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 Grenada 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.