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 Liechtenstein and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.