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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.