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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
June of 44,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.