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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Pylon to the jazz 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.