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 Philippines and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motorama to the grunge 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.