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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Modern Lovers to the dance 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.