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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.