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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Hashim,
ABC,
The Gories,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.