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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Japan,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.