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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Thompson Twins to the rock 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.