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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Black Sheep to the grunge 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.