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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Visage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.