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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.