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 France and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 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 The Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.