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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 AZ to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.