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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 oboe 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 The Black Dice to the punk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.