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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.