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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.