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 Croatia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mad Mike to the dance 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.