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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.