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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.