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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.