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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Slave,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.