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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 MC5 to the punk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.