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 Paraguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the grime 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.