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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Television,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.