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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.