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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.