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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.