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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.