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 Oman and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.