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 Maldives and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.