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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.