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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.