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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Normal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.