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 Korea South and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Slits to the grunge 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.