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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.