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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Slave,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Nas,
X-102,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.