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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Offenders to the crunk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.