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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Can,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.