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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.