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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Misunderstood to the rock 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.