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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.