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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 organ 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Unwound,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.