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 Laos and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.