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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.