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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.