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 Montenegro and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.