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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Interpol,
The Wake,
June Days,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.