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 Germany and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.