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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Residents to the electroclash 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.