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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.