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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
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.