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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Names to the electroclash 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
CMW,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.