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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Altered Images to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.