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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Skriet 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.