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 Qatar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Blackbyrds to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
AZ,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.