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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the techno 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.