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 Haiti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Cramps to the crunk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.