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 the UAE and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.