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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stockholm Monsters 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.