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 Seychelles 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Bad Manners to the grunge 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.