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 East Timor and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.