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 Iraq and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.