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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.