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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.