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 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.