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 Ukraine and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.