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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 techno 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.