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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.