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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.