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 Turkey and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.