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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.