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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Darondo,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.