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 Panama and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.