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 Russia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Seeds to the crunk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.