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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
The Index,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.