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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.