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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.