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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
The Slits,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.