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 Russia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.