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 Nepal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Blake Baxter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.