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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Metal Thangz to the rap 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Nas,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Crime,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.