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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultimate Spinach 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.