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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
ABC,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.