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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.