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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Q65,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
The Residents,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.