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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.