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 Yemen and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.