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 Belize 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Can,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.