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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Marc Almond to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.