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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus 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 rock 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.