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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Golliwogs to the grunge 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.