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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.