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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.