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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.