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 United States and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 the Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.