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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Half Japanese to the techno 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.