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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.