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 Serbia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Clear Light to the grunge 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Television,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.