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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shoche to the grunge 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.