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 Oman and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.