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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Cluster,
June Days,
X-102,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.