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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.