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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Deakin,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.