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 Honduras and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.