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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.