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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Tubeway Army to the grime 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.