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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.