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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Neu!,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.