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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Adolescents to the grunge 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.