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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.