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 Yemen and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.