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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
UT,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.