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 Switzerland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 linndrum 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 Half Japanese to the jazz 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Delta 5,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.