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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.