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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.