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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lower 48 to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.