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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.