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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
June Days,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.