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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.