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 Benin and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
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 theremin 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 The Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.