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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Toasters to the jazz 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.