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 China and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
New Order,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.