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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.