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 Italy and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 synthesizer 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.