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 Bhutan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.