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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Amon Düül II to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.