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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.