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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.