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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.