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 Egypt and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 The Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.