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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Scrapy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.