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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
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 mellotron 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 Pantytec to the techno 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.