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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.