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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.