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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.