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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.