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 Belize and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Evens to the crunk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.