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 France and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Inner City,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Ronan,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.