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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Surgeon to the funk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Crime,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.