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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pole to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.