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 Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.