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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.