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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
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 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.