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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.