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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grey Daturas to the punk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.