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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Fluxion to the rock 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.