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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.