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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 PIL to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Qualms,
DNA,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.