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 Congo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Yellowson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.