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 Iran and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.