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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.