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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.