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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Trojans to the rap 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.