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 Austria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.