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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.