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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.