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 Poland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Angry Samoans 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.