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 France and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 The Real Kids to the jazz 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.