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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Alarm Clocks to the disco 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.