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 the UAE and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the techno 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.