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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
MC5,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.