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 Haiti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Faust,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.