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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an organ 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.