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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 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 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 Flipper to the techno 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.