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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Evens,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.