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 Botswana and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.