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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.