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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Sister Nancy to the dance 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.