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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.