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 Namibia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Visage,
Wire,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.