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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.