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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.