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 Switzerland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Second Layer to the electroclash 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Magazine,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.