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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.