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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the disco 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.