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 Fiji 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Franke,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.