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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Symarip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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?
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Sparks,
X-102,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Television,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.