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 Paraguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Invisible to the grunge 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Can,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.