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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.