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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.