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 Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the rock 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.