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 East Timor and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.