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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Altered Images to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.