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 United States and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
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.