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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.