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 Serbia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the grunge 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.