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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Swell Maps to the funk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.