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 Belize and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Tim Buckley to the punk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.