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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Fela Kuti to the dance 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.