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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.