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 Singapore and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.