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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Sixth Finger to the punk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.