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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.