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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.