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 Belgium and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Beau Brummels to the funk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.