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 Estonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.