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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.