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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.