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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.