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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gun Club to the jazz 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy 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?
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.