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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fania All-Stars to the dance 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Deakin,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.