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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Television,
Warsaw,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.