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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the punk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Nico,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.