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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Aaron Thompson 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.