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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.