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 Kuwait and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Index,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.