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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.