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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.