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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.