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 China and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Japan,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.