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 Ukraine 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
The Index,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Television,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.