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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.