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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Babytalk to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.