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 Namibia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.