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 Albania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Scratch Acid to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Franke,
The Fugs,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.