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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.