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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Smog,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.