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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
The Names,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Technova,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.