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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.