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 the UAE 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.