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 Jordan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
UT,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Symarip,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.