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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.