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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.