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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.