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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.