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 Malawi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.