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 Norway 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.