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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.