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 Iraq and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Magazine,
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.