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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 linndrum 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.