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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.