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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.