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 Somalia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 rock 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.