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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bush Tetras to the rock 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.