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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.