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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
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 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.