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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gichy Dan to the punk 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.