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 Italy and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.