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 Moldova and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vainqueur to the techno 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.