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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.