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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.