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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Average White Band to the disco 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.