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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.