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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 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 The Fortunes to the jazz 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.