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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 The Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.