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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Mummies to the dance 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.