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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.