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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Gun Club to the funk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.