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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.