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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. 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?
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Index,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.