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 Russia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 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 Hashim to the grunge 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.