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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 June of 44 to the punk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.