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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Smiths to the punk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.