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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Names,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.