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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skaos to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.