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 Grenada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.