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 Honduras 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.