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 Barbados and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 T. Rex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.