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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.