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 Korea North and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Tommy Roe to the rock 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.