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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.