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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.