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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 F. McDonald to the rock 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.