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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Fear,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.