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 Ireland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
The Motions,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.