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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.