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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.