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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Index,
Nico,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.