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 Armenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.