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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.