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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Fuzztones to the funk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
CMW,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.