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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Technova,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
MC5,
Television,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.