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 Canada and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Techniques to the grunge 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.