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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.