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 United States and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.