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 United States and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Technova,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.