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 Honduras and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.