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 Suriname and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.