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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the punk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.