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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.