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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Minutemen to the electroclash 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.