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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Dark Day to the techno 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.