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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.