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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the grime 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.