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 Korea North and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.