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 Malta and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Residents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.