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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.