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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Busters to the grunge 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.