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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.