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 Austria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.