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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Cramps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.