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 Djibouti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.