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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.