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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
X-102,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.