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 Greece and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.