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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.