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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 The Cure to the disco 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.