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 Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.