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 Monaco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Patti Smith to the dance 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.