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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Smoke to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.