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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.