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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bauhaus to the techno 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.