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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.