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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
10cc,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.