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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.