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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.